Other things: Game of Thrones continues to be perfect (Tyrell ot3, oh my days), my life is melting away in increments of vanilla vodka and raspberry gingerale, I need to write my first law paper this week (what the hell, yes, first, this late in the game), and I got into Columbia for the summer to study Russian four hours a day five days a week for a month. I know. Unspeakably fun. But I'm going to seduce some hapless Columbia-ite and languish in sundresses and write (Tenent Scintilla immersion mode, plus fairytales which I've already started roughing out in a notebook), and maybe I'll come out the other side (gasp!) learning Russian properly; it ought to be good, all things go. Oh, and I read Margaret Atwood's The Year of the Flood, which was glorious and I want everyone to do the same. Ask me about my feelings; they involve ladies weathering the apocalypse and CULTS.
Not even trying to make this a coherent entry. Instead:
THE MAKEOUT MEMEThis noise! Allllways.
Pick a pairing from any fandom, and come up with a location and/or situation, and I will write you between 50 and 250 words about the kiss that happened in that context.